A typical restless night except for the bout of acid reflux at 3 in which I was alternately drowned and burned, hobbled to the bathroom, due to @3months of acute Achilles Tendinosis, peeing en route thanks to prostatectomy Aug 2nd.

Sat on the toilet and took off the proscribed night boots (for the tendinosis), cleaned up and limped down stairs (one at a time) to get a glass of milk; grateful there is no one in the house to be disturbed by the commotion.

The ringing in my ears accompanies me, alternately laughing and weeping as I type this. Usually poetry or research fills such hours....but not tonight.

I should have won.

'Every Day is a god, each day a goddess and holiness pours forth in time."

Make it to the road, hear chuffing and see the bushes tremble
as what I have to bear hurtles towards me.
Fear of gnashing teeth and claws
clash with a glimmer of hope; simultaneously,
deliberately, hardening a pointed stake with fire.

'Every Day is a god, each day a goddess and holiness pours forth in time."